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(untitled) maybe it's the way we mutilate eachother...
by Olivia Weinkeinmaybe it's the way we mutilate eachother
with words
when we think
that noone can see us.
i don't know about you
but i am never as alone
as i seem to think i am. and we become
casualties in our own parade, reckless
and lacking of everything our mothers
had to teach us
over and over again. please &
thank you and lastly, that hardest one,
the one that shifts everything into a
different perspective from my eyes
to yours:
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
04/01/2003 Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2026 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 04/04/03 at 02:36 PM I love the fist line "maybe it's the way we mutilate eachother" .It's very introspective, nice work Olivia, a first rate poem. |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 06/24/03 at 05:23 PM Hardest thing is to take things back |
| Posted by Leah Laiben on 12/06/03 at 04:35 AM i do believe fate has led me back to you once more via select 'randomly'. my fav line in this is 'i'm never as alone as i think i am'. this one hits the spot |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/18/03 at 06:47 PM painful, biting, remorse. "i don't know about you
but i am never as alone
as i seem to think i am. and we become
casualties in our own parade, reckless
and lacking of everything our mothers
had to teach us" yes. |
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